I can’t believe its thursday. Two weeks notice felt like a long time, but its nearly half over. I feel so unprepared.
I STILL don’t have an apartment secured up in Minneapolis. I’m getting frustrated and nervous, because I can’t contact movers when I don’t know where I’ll be moving to, etc.
Bright spot again- when I pulled into my driveway, Christo was working on my house– shirtless! I had to walk right past him to get inside. I said hello, and then looked at him and said, “I like your ink.” He looked down at his shoulder and said, “Thanks.” And then promptly put his shirt back on.
But he WAS still wearing his torn camo shorts, oddly enough. And I tell you, I don’t think the boy was wearing underwear. He bent over numerous times for paint and I did not see any fabric suggesting an undergarment. Also, the way his shirt pulled up in back and his shorts pulled down… no strap. No nothing.
Maybe I need some work done around my house …
First Jake Jr. and now Christo…one of these days you’re going to get lucky! I mean, if only by odds alone!
Going commando in camouflage. That’s a scene ripe for a porno.
u r really witty and funny. love the twisted sense of humor!
I wonder if Christo will drive about 2 hours southeast on I-40 to do some work on my house? 😉
Will you get his business card for me?
Great great photo. How could you keep your hands to yourself?
Estonian men, yum.
Kev in NZ